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Word to your mother!!!

Happy Mother's Day this Sunday!

Here is a poem I wrote about Mom:

My first memory, or as far as I can tell, I was reaching out for you.
And you came.
I had a bad dream and your smile comforted me. It was home.
Home,
A place where we had picnics in the living room with homemade lemonade,
cheese tortillas and
frosted animal cookies; the ones with sprinkles.
A place where we played games and you never went easy on us,

And a time when you were my hero, the smartest person I knew.
It's true.
I wrote it down in my journal when I was 8.

You used to wear a fuzzy pink robe in the morning when you sat in your special chair.
With your bowl of germade
and glass of milk.
I watched you a lot then. You used to cry with your copy of Reader's Digest.
But you laughed a lot, too.

Your spirit is one of adventure and child-like innocence.
You ride a scooter down our street in your apron, just for fun.
You have water fights with your grandkids and their friends.
You see each season as if it was your first time;
playing in the snow,
walking in the rain
and holding butterflies in your hands.

Remember the time when you gave me a piggy back ride on the hill behind our house?
Well, you did.
Despite: your weak heart, my weight,
our laughing.
(I promise to bring shoes next time)

Dearest you! You who,
tucked me in at night
sang me lullabies
and wished me sweet dreams.

Thanks and more thanks
This is for you, too. xoxo